~*` MY GUITAR MAN `*~
~*~`MY GUITAR MAN`~*~
AN AMAZING MAN
JUST WATCH HIS HANDS
AS THEY SLIDE ON THE STRINGS
TO MY HEART GREAT JOY IT BRINGS..
WELL TRAINED HANDS
THOSE OF MY GUITAR MAN
PICKING AND THUMPING RHYTHM
SO FAST YOU CAN HARDLY SEE THEM..
HE FEELS THE BLUES
TAPPING WITH HIS SHOES
KEEPING TIME WITH HIS HANDS
SLIDING THEM LIKE SIFTING SANDS..
YEAH! THAT'S MY GUITAR MAN
THE BEST IN ALL OF THE LAND
WHEN HE'S STRUMMING WITH HIS HANDS
THE BEAT GOES ON AS RHYTHM NEVER STANDS..
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COPYRIGHT©*2008*
~`MARYJANE BALTHAZAR`~
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